Saturday, December 18, 2010

snow angel

the moon
crawled across the sky,
a prelude to the suns rise;
as it followed close behind,
longing to wake and catch your eye

...we'll get her next time

the way
a rose grows it's pedals
just to have them
i'm writing to say
i love you,
because you wont pick
up my

what did I do so wrong?

my angel, 
etched in snow
keeping cold.

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